I have a hard time sitting still and doing nothing, and for that reason, I’m always taking a book or magazines with me wherever I go, whether that’s to a doctor’s appointment or a road trip … or just a trip to town to buy groceries.
Since Mark and I are often together and he likes to drive, that’s given me plenty of time to read.
That’s good and bad I guess. I certainly love to read, but on the flip side, I become so engrossed in a book so easily and I am aware of nothing but the story.
On a recent weekend road trip, while I did take a book and wanted to read, I forced myself to put my book down and look around me and enjoy the day. And I did. Immensely.
Not an easy thing to do, but I simply must learn to be more present.
How about you? What do you think about this particular subject?
P.S. I’m extending a special thank you to Bruce Sorrell for granting me permission to share and modify his wonderful image. Happy birthday, Bruce!
I won’t pull out my phone because I want to be present, but I will pull out a book. There is nothing but good about reading. Torture to me is getting caught somewhere, waiting, without a book. I even bring one to the dentist’s chair. She walks out of the room for one minute, I pick up the book.
I can identify maybe a little too well with the quote on the picture. There is so much that is positive about reading, and yet sometimes I wonder if too much of my life has been “lived” in my head. After the birth of my second child I started limiting myself to reading novels only while on vacation. While I still read magazines and newspapers all the time, I’ve found that my addict-like behavior with a good book just isn’t conducive to health and happiness at this point in my life. Whenever I go to visit my mom I binge and read maybe two or three novels in a week.
I LOVE to read! Like the entry above, I usually take one with me anywhere I might have to wait for a service. My hubby also drives when we go some place together, but sometimes, depending on traffic, I’ll lay the book down and try to be another set of eyes, as well as the copilot. My dad was a reader…book after book after book. Guess I got it from him. Lately I’ve limited my reading to the time right before sleep. If I could, I’d read all day and nothing would get accomplished!
If I couldn’t read…I couldn’t breath.
I made a little sign a few weeks back “Thanks Mom and Nancy Drew”. Put it beside my reading spot. There is nothing I enjoy as much. Reading takes me many places that I will never venture.
Yesterday I was on a plane and I was seated . Along came a woman down the aisle , reading while looking for a seat. I had to chuckle.
Update…I do love my dogs a tad more than reading.